Third Eye Blind – Why Can't You Be (Feat. Kimya Dawson) 0

Are you frightened by the weight you possess oh
Is this life just weightlessness
The smoggy twilight in LA
I can't think of one real thing to say
And you and me are walking in the canyons
She forgets that we were friends
I guess it all depends on your mood
Why can't these meds be any damn good

And she said
Why can't you be
Like my waterpik shower massager
A sweet reliable machine
And to tell the truth I don't feel less alone
A water massager's is the purest love I've ever known
Why can't you be
Like when I was thirteen

And I said:
Why can't you be
Like an art house foreign movie
Frank and sexy, red balloons and ennui
And allude to me
And why can't you be
A little more of a mystery

Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing
Instead of leaving me for some other
Said we're perfect for each other
And I know we wont go spend this life alone.

And she said:
Why can't you be
Like an outsourced government contract
I'm a fat cat gettin' away with anything
Kicking some secret special powers
Illumination rounds in showers
Cause your tearing your hair out
While we can have a bed of flowers

And I said
Why can't you be
Like the chicks out of the road
Some girls are happy just to see me
Because you got moxie and a broken nose
Take him away from this prose
Sometimes a blowjob's not enough
Why can't you play
A little less rough

Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing
Instead of leaving me for some other
Say we're perfect for each other
And I know we wont go spend this life alone

Can we... just leave it be
We could live... our lives... separately
Could you forget... what happens to you
To you and me

When we're dead... and we'll be dead
We'll have eternity
And I will spend it all... missing you
Seeing you with me
So while I'm alive... I will always be

Seeking you out
Digging you out
Wondering about how it goes so far down
And what's wrong with you
What's wrong with you and me.

And she said:
Why can't you be
Someone lookin' a little deeper into me
Like JD Salinger
Why do I challenge her
In all these surface ways
That you displease
Why can't you be
A little more at ease

well why can't you be
Like a hand rolled cigarette
I'm not joking
This masochistic self-pity of smoking
And this city ditty
I keep provoking you to leave me

And she said
Why can't you be
Like a candle I can snuff
You're still a diamond in the rough
And I swear to god I've had enough
How can I call your bluff?